Reincarnated wives please stop pestering me

It seems like the mirrors are all gone.

I also asked Xu Jinzhi myself why the mirrors disappeared.

Xu Jinzhi just shook his head and told himself: "I don't want to see my face gradually getting old, besides, you don't need it now, you can use it when you get better."

Such an explanation sounded extremely strange, but An Jingyue didn't think much about it. There were too many strange things, and her tired and weak body couldn't support too much thinking.

I just want to sleep, I can only sleep, I can only lie here, thinking about nothing...

Like an ostrich who has given up on life, he can live as long as he can, as if this kind of life will never end...

The darkness is getting deeper and deeper.

I can't keep my eyes open.

Another morning, the girl got up from the bed.

Another day of life as usual.

Take your pills...watch some TV...and fall asleep.

From afternoon to night, she woke up this time with lingering fears in her heart.

Because she dreamed of the long knife again.

This time it was not erected in front of my eyes, but hung directly above my head, on my face.

This time she saw more clearly, reflecting her own face.

Completely old, wrinkled face.

She didn't remain indifferent this time, but felt a little flustered, as if this was herself, not her future self, but her current self!

With a full head of white hair, this face can't even be seen from what it used to be.

Instantly woke up An Jingyue from her deep sleep.

She was panting violently, and her weak body was supported by an inexplicable force to sit up.

She looked at her hands.

His forehead was full of sweat.

There are no so-called wrinkles on the back of the palm. ...seems to be able to relax a little bit.

It was still dark night outside the window.

The cover of the curtain seems to be there.

Recalling the dream scene just now, it is really strange. I seem to be dreaming about this long knife repeatedly these days.

She didn't know what the meaning of appearance was. She didn't seem to have any paranoid hobby for knives, and she rarely watched bloody action movies recently.

Appears to be mindless.

And recalling the dream, it seems that a key detail that can be thought of is. ...What reappears repeatedly is actually his own aging face.

What does this mean?

Isn't everyone on the road of getting old gradually?

An Jingyue sighed.

But it was this sighing movement, something bright shook his eyes.

An Jingyue had a bad feeling in her heart, and she turned her head to look over her shoulder.

She found unusual colors.

If it wasn't for my eyesight problems, and my judgment of colors was biased...then this is....

gray hair.

An Jingyue's eyes widened.

She began to brush the hair from her head to her eyes.

White!

White!

All white! !

Not a single black hair!

If it's not a dream, this is...Whitehead overnight!

105 Give it back to me-

"Mother!!"

An Jingyue wanted to struggle to go out, but found that her body was out of control at all.

I don't know if the panic in my heart has occupied all my emotions, or because my own weakness can no longer support me to do any exercise.

The moment she wanted to leave the bed, she fell down all over.

Falling on the cold floor, she found that she really didn't seem to have any extra strength, so she could only call for her mother.

And soon, the door opened.

"What's wrong?"

Xu Jinzhi rushed in from the door eagerly, and she turned on the light.

Then seeing An Jingyue, surprise appeared on her face.

This was An Jingyue's expected emotion.

The girl couldn't control her panic. Although she said that many things repeatedly gave her the opportunity to rehearse in advance, but when such a situation really happened, no one could withstand this sudden shock.

Variety.

An Jingyue looked at her mother in horror.

"I...my hair has turned white! It's all turned white!"

The surprised girl looked at her mother looking at herself, but she didn't show any more excitement. Her expression was a little dull, and even a little bit puzzled and puzzled.

It appeared very strange, not like the feeling of worry for oneself after seeing her gray hair overnight.

She is more of a kind of incomprehension.

What do you not understand?

What is the doubt?

Xu Jinzhi squatted down slowly, and squatted in front of him.

She looked at her face, as if confirming something.

An Jingyue looked at Xu Jinzhi's abnormal behavior in doubt.

"What's wrong……?"

"Why hasn't your... face changed?"

An Jingyue was even more confused, looking at her mother with an increasingly strange expression.

"What's wrong with my face...? My face...?"

Xu Jinzhi suddenly became excited.

"Why did your hair just turn white?!"

An Jingyue looked at her mother in surprise, and even let go of her mother's hand.

She leaned back against the bed and looked at Xu Jinzhi who seemed to be completely unknown to her.

"It's just...? Mom, what are you talking about!"

However, Xu Jinzhi's expression suddenly turned grim. Everything in front of him was like a distorted dream, and everything seemed to have become strange, beyond all his imagination.

She couldn't wait to take out her phone, turned on the camera, and aimed at An Jingyue's face.

Let An Jingyue see clearly for herself.

The self in the picture has silver hair, just like the hair color of those anime girls.

But my face is not as wrinkled as I saw in the dream, it is still young, still An Jingyue, although the temperament and breath seem weak and tired, but this is still An Jingyue

Jingyue didn't seem to have reached the step where she appeared in her dream.

Xu Jinzhi put down his phone.

Her expression cooled down.

Looking at An Jingyue in front of her, An Jingyue was horrified to find that the expression on her face was not like that of a mother looking at her daughter.

She looked at her eyes, full of incomprehension, even doubt, disbelief, and a hint of anger.

All this made An Jingyue realize that the situation was not what she had imagined at all. Apart from her own physical problems, her mother seemed to have some ulterior secret.

"Why did you just turn gray! Why didn't you age!?"

Her tone became very scary, as if she was questioning herself.

But this kind of questioning, as a daughter, An Jingyue, was very scary.

She thought of a terrible conjecture. In such a mood, she kept leaning back, but she was stuck on the bed and could not move back.

The girl could only disbelieve, and looked at Xu Jinzhi in front of her with a trace of despair.

"Mom... what the hell did you do?!"

The expression on Xu Jinzhi's face was gloomy and terrifying.

She reached out and grabbed An Jingyue's arm, but An Jingyue didn't have the strength to break free from Xu Jinzhi's shackles.

She could only look at her mother in fear, the expression on her face became more and more evil and distorted.

"Why...you haven't grown old yet?"

"Why should I grow old?!"

"Why don't you grow old! How can I become young when you don't grow old! Why do you only have gray hair! Did you not drink medicine? Did you not drink?!"

abrupt question.

It made An Jingyue understand something in an instant, and all the clues in his head were connected in series...

During the period when I started to experience dizziness symptoms and began to lose strength frequently...Why did my mother never ask me to go to the hospital?Although she cared verbally and gave herself food and medicine,

But it never occurred to me to let myself go to the hospital to see a doctor.

And during that time, I also discovered that my mother secretly collected my hair...

She took good care of herself and gave herself medicine...

It's all... all of it.  …

An Jingyue shook her head in disbelief and looked at her mother.

She felt anger like never before.

"You... trade my old age... for your youth?"

Xu Jinzhi was not surprised that this smart daughter could deduce this step in an instant, and it seemed that there was no need to cover up the matter now.

She has really tasted the sweetness of being young, and her overall trend also tells her that she is indeed becoming younger step by step, as if she has returned to her former youth.

It is impossible for her to let go at this time, let alone the current An Jingyue...has no ability to resist herself, even though her face is not as old and wrinkled as she hoped.